Jaise ghar ke andar gusa aunty night gown mein aur aunty ke figar ek dum nazar aa rahi thi motey motey boobs and ubhri hoyee gand us din meiney phele ...aar aunty ko es nazar se aur gur se dkha. Kher aunty paani le aye to mein bola aunty aapka samaan aunty ne pakda aur chali gaye.Aunty thodi der baad akar mere samne bethe gaye. Mein bola aunty check to kar le phen ke to boli koi nai mein baad mein kar lungi mein bola aundy apne bola tha dekhogi phena ke to aunty boli nai meine to nai bola tha.. But that is in the past. I don?t want to ever talk about it again. You are my life, my love and that is all the counts.?We kissed.?But Janet, you seem so experienced, I can?t help but wonder...?, he trailed off.?Believe me darling, what is past is past?completely past and will never be discussed again. Do you understand me darling? Believe only this my darling Hans, I love you dearly and you alone. Do you believe me Hans? If you don?t, we may have to part because our love must be without. .."Mike wasted no time, quickly beginning to remove his clothes. He was glad that there were no modesty hang-ups between he and his sister. He could remember once when they had taken a bath together, and although neither of them had thought there was anything wrong with it, their mother had put a stop to that practice. But now... they were mature adults, acting like mature adults. He was breathing heavily as he stripped naked and stood there, feeling his swollen cock poling out from his loins. He told me he wanted me to get dressed, go out and make small talk with him. He said he wanted me to sit on the desk, cross legged, Indian style facing the janitor. When I objected, he reminded me of our agreement. I shut up , dressed, and left his door opened slightly. He said I should give the guy a nice show. The janitor is in his late 40's, he speaks broken English. I found him by my desk in the lobby cleaning. I sat on my desk, skirt hiked high, legs parted. I must have startled him when I.